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After a few minutes, I feel Declan push my leg over a little so he can sit on the edge of the couch. He leaves his hand on my upper thigh.
“Ready for more?”
I don’t open my eyes and just nod.
He scoots back on the couch a little, picks up one of my thighs and drapes on his other side, resting it on his lap – his body sitting between my legs. He inches his hands up my thigh and then pulls my panties down. He returns his hand to my thigh but pauses just at my bikini line and traces his fingers along the invisible line where my legs meet my torso.
“Are you teasing me?” I ask, opening just one eye.
“Is it working?”
“You tell me,” I close my eyes as he slides his hand to my center. As soon as he parts me, we both mutterfuckat the same time for different reasons.
I’m so sensitive – just one touch is bringing me right to the edge again. He pauses his hand, “Maggie...”
I open my eyes; he’s just staring at my sex.
“What?” I say, nervously.
“You are so fucking wet and swollen.” He tilts his head back and groans.
I gasp as he slides two fingers inside me. “Fucking hell, Maggie.”
This feeling is so intense, I’m almost in tears. I lift my hips to take more of him, greedily rocking into him. He slides his fingers in and out, and I moan and writhe under each motion.
I feel myself quivering.
“Yes, baby. Show me what you want.” He reaches his other hand up to my clit. As soon as I feel the pressure, I’m flying, my body and mind outside my control. He rubs and thrusts as I come and come and come.
“Fucking, yes,” I hear him hiss as I thrash beneath his hand. When I finally still and quiet, he slides his fingers out and stands up.
I don’t move for a full five minutes, until I pull a blanket off the back of the couch and drag it over my naked body. Declan has returned to his chair and is just watching me. My eyes are closed but I know he’s there and can sense his gaze.
“Are you still alive?” he asks after another fifteen minutes.
I laugh. “I’m breathing.”
“Barely,” he chuckles.
“That was an out of body experience,” I say, my eyes are still closed tight.
He doesn’t respond. I open my eyes and say, “I’ll return the favor, but you’re going to have to come over here. I literally can’t walk.”
“No,” he says, tightly. I sit up on my elbows. “You sure? That doesn’t seem fair.”
He smiles tightly and stands up, “This one was on the house.”
“When are you getting tested?” I ask as he walks over to the kitchen.
“Not soon enough apparently,” he calls from the other room. “Want a water?”
“Yes.”
He walks back to the edge of the couch and hands it to me.
“Are you wanting me to leave?” I ask. “You might have to carry me.”
He shakes his head. “Take as long as you want.”
